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For some
reason I am fascinated with the history of this vast country of Australia where
my long-suffering husband and I made our home many moons ago. So it is that my
latest book is set in Tasmania when it was more or less the last place in
Australia where the British Government had decided to send their surplus convicts.
In 1848, my hero Finn is a prisoner of this Government at the infamous penal
penitentiary of Port Arthur. The Port Arthur settlement started life as a small
timber station around 1830. The settlement was hacked from the bushland and the
first decade saw the growth of manufactories like ship building, shoemaking
amongst others. The hospital where my hero first meets Blythe was built around
the same time as a flour mill in 1842. My second favourite state, Tasmania is a
beautiful and serene place, far removed from how it was in those early days of
settlement.
“If a book such as this can win over a non-romance reader
such as myself, I’m certain that you will enjoy it as well. My rating: 5 out of
5” Literary Gold
A Troubled
Heart Excerpt:
Chapter
One
Port Arthur Tasmania 1848
Through a haze he
could hear a voice somewhere above him, and although vaguely aware that someone
had called his name all else was lost in pain. The sweat on his face began to
sizzle with the heat—or so it seemed. As he opened his eyes a fraction of this
sweat ran into their corners and began to sting as if boiling his eyeballs to
add to the sawdust already there, or perhaps it was blood.
“Hang on Finn,
yer silly bugger, they’ve gone to fetch ‘elp.” The speaker then disappeared and
Finn tried to move, but he had to grit his teeth as a searing pain shot through
his shoulder and down his arm.
Heaven knew, he’d
had his share of agony and discomfort since coming to this godawful place, but
this topped it for certain. To take his mind off it he tried to think of better
moments in his life, but they were sparce, far back and almost all lost in time.
A sudden movement
beside him in the sawpit alerted him that someone had jumped into the pit and
was now leaning over him in the narrow space. “Well, here’s a fine mess you’ve
got yourself into young fellow,” a kindly voice said. “How in heaven did you manage
to do this to yourself? They said you was the top man, so how come you ended up
down here amid the sawdust and dirt?” Patting Finn on the unhurt shoulder, he
added, “I’m what’s the nearest to what can be called a doctor here today, they
call me Johnson.”
Finn squinted up
to see that this Johnson was not a lot older than himself, and was likely
nearing his thirtieth year. His mop of unruly hair drooped over his forehead as
he began to use a knife to hack his way through Finn’s shirt sleeve, and Finn
gritted his teeth as the pain seemed to worsen. To add to his injury was the
knowledge that he’d done this damage by his own foolishness. If he hadn’t been
larking about as usual to show how handy he was with his fists, none of this
would have come about. Never one to shirk from a fight, when the big oaf they
called Bear started to taunt him, of course he could not back down from the
inevitable.
“You’ve lost a
small amount of blood from your forehead, but as far as I can see it’s just
where you caught the log on your way down.” Turning to rummage about in a small
bag he had at his side this Johnson fellow produced a piece of rag and then
began to wipe away at the blood. “I fear the problem with your arm could be a
lot worse—probably broken.” The searing pain when he moved that arm made Finn
flinch and Johnson apologised. “It’s as I expected, we’ll have to get you off
to the infirmary.” Patting Finn’s shoulder he said with a small laugh, “This’ll
stop you fighting for a while,” then apologised again, adding, “Sorry, my
attempt at humour.”
As another shape
appeared above him Finn recognised it as his Scottish working mate Spence who
then dropped down to stand at his side opposite the man tending him. “We’ll
have to haul you up, matey, so grit yer teeth, eh?” Finn’s teeth ached already
with the gritting. “How the bloody hell you managed to get yourself in this
mess, I can’t work out. It’s not as if you don’t know how to look after
yourself. Mucking about never did you any good, and if I told you once I told
you a million times, stick to the rules.”
“’Twas that big
oaf Bear, if he hadn’t delivered that mighty punch that knocked me sideways and
down here, I would have beaten him to next week. Doc here says it’s not that
bad—that’s right isn’t it, doc?” Finn grimaced as he tried to push himself up
onto his good elbow.
“Well, honestly,
I’ve seen many worse. You were unfortunate that you didn’t pick a more suitable
spot for your match.”
Someone up above
then tossed a rope down, ordering, “Tie it round his shoulders, Spence, and
we’ll haul him up.”
Finn had a
feeling he might have passed out as he was dragged up out of the pit, only just
being squeezed past the huge log that they had been in the process of sawing
through when the accident happened. “Guess it could have been worse, matey—if
the log had fallen in on top of yer,” one of the haulers said as they lay him
down beside the pit.
This cheerful
observation accompanied by a chuckle did nothing to ease the guilt Finn felt.
If they had been working on this one for longer and had cut further through it,
the log would have fallen onto Spence, and his mate would not now be alive and
kicking. He could only offer thanks that they had only started sawing a short
time before his silly argument with Bear. Cursing his idiocy for allowing the
big idiot to stir him so, he vowed never to be so daft next time.
As Johnson gave
orders for Finn to be assisted to the small cart that stood a short distance
away, Finn saw Bear standing some distance back laughing his stupid head off
and Finn knew his vow would never be kept. “How long before I can get back to
work, Doc?” he asked, as Johnson clicked the horse into a walk, once he’d
ensured Finn was comfortably settled behind him.
Johnson laughed.
“In a hurry to get back to the job, are you? I would have thought you would
welcome a stay in hospital to get away from the horrible tasks set upon you?”
“Oh, it’s not so
bad working out here amid the trees, a lot better than working on the new
prison they are building.” There were times when Finn almost relished the tough
going. “It beats the work we were set to up north by a long way, or working on
the treadmill all day.”
“You came down
from Sydney Town, did you, when they decided to close it?”
“Yes, and it
won’t be long afore I will be a free man. Done my ten years haven’t I?”
“Goodness, ten,
eh? You must have been a young ‘un when they sent you here.”
Finn chuckled.
“That’s a fact. Think I was about fifteen. Never know for sure as I wasn’t
certain when I was born.”
“You aren’t alone
in that fact, Finn, many of the men in the prison yonder would have no idea
when they were brought into this world. One good thing about it is you never
have a birthdate to celebrate so don’t notice the years passing.”
Finn said nothing
to that as Johnson pulled the horse up in front of the hospital. No doubt this
man had never been locked away in pitch black solitude where all you had to do
was count the hours and the minutes as they ticked away. Johnson jumped down, and
awkwardly Finn did the same. Together they walked towards the brick structure
that Finn thought was one of the ugliest buildings he had ever seen. The pain
in his arm had subsided and only ached when he moved it, but he wasn’t about to
say anything as a night in hospital as the doc said would not be hard to take.
Anything was better than sleeping amid the stench of the other men he usually
shared his sleeping quarters with.
“I’ll leave you
here with this capable young man,” Johnson said after he’d explained to the
fellow who met them as they came in just what he thought was Finn’s injury.
With a small salute he walked off.
“Can you write?”
the man who was some sort of nurse or orderly asked, after he’d led Finn into a
room and told him to sit down.
“Yes, I can.”
Finn felt quite indignant. Being treated
like a child irked him. “I’ve been reading and writing since I was this high.”
He signalled a spot about knee high. That wasn’t strictly true for he hadn’t
properly learned his letters until he was likely ten or more.
“Write your name
here, then.” The orderly pointed to the page lying on a table. “What’s your
sentence? Got much longer to serve, have you?”
“My time is just
about up.” Finn squared his shoulders, and a twinge of pain reminded him why he
was here. “Should get my pardon any day now.”
“Right ho.” The
fellow peered down at the sheet of paper. “Finn O’Connor, you wait here and
someone will come along and see what needs to be done.” As Finn sat on a bench,
he walked out carrying the page.
The next day Finn
walked out of the hospital with the proof that he was a free man tucked firmly
into his trouser pocket. As luck would have it the injury had turned out to be
not broken, but something to do with the shoulder joint having to be pushed back
into its rightful position. The doctor who did this told him he had dislocated
it when he fell. After the pain from that subsided, he was told to rest it as
much as possible. So, no more fighting for some time, was the order given him.
It appeared that
when his name came before the Commissariat’s office, they realised that his
ten-year sentence ended a month or so back and therefore he was deemed free to
go wherever he wanted. Just one thing held him back, he had not one penny to
his name and possessed just the rags that he stood up in. A young nurse had
found him a shirt somewhere to replace the one the doc cut about, but it was
not a lot better than the old one. There was the bundle he carried that
contained his mug and plate, a worn hairbrush he’d taken from a man who died,
and a picture Finn collected somewhere along the way of a place in Ireland
called Kilmallock that he kept, as it looked like a nice place to live.
As he pondered
what to do next, a soft mutter of annoyance came from behind him and he turned
in time to see a woman take a tumble. Landing in a heap at the foot of the
steps, her skirts flew about, showing a glimpse of one perfectly shaped ankle.
Seldom did females of good breeding travel about alone in these parts so he
looked about to see if her carriage driver was here to assist her. A small cart
stood not far away, but there was no one else in sight so he went to kneel at
her side, asking, “Are you all right miss?”
With a small toss
of the head, she looked up at him from the most beautiful pair of eyes he had
ever seen. Hair as black as night was pulled back into some sort of roll behind
her head beneath the bonnet that she hastily straightened. At a guess he thought
perhaps she was about twenty years of age. Not used to being this close to a
woman in some time he stood hurriedly and offered a hand, feeling like the
idiot he knew she must think him, while he sent up a small prayer of thanks
that at least the hand was cleaner than it had been yesterday.
As she took the
outstretched hand she smiled, and Finn’s silly heart seemed to do a somersault.
“Just feeling a bit stupid,” she said in what Finn called a posh English
accent. “I wasn’t looking where I was going.”
When she
stood—close enough for him to feel her sweet breath on his face, he realised he
still held her hand and dropped it as if it was a piece of hot coal. “Easily
done,” he muttered, looking about again as he asked, “Is your driver
somewhere?” again feeling foolish for obviously nobody else was nearby.
“No, I came
alone.” Holding a small package aloft she added, “Simply came along to pick up
this medication for the small girl who is in my charge.” Brushing at her
skirts, she looked around. “Are you waiting on someone?”
“No, I have just
come from the infirmary too—only this was because in my foolishness I had a
fall and injured my shoulder.” Lifting this arm as if to prove it was also all
right, he dropped it swiftly, not knowing what to do or say next, and asked,
“Might I ask why you are not afraid of me, Miss? Most females might be inclined
to run swiftly from a man alone in these parts.” A stupid blush rushed to his
cheeks and he cursed his fair skin and light hair, not for the first time, as
he turned away in the hope of hiding his face.
At her small
laugh he turned back. “Exactly that, sir, you are alone, and I know that had
you been a criminal you would most likely have been on the way back to the
prison accompanied by a guard—am I correct?”
Finn stared at
her. No females that he had come into contact with—and they were few and far
between—had been anything like this one. “I’ve just gained my freedom, Miss,
and am wondering where to go and what to do.” Feeling the need to prove the
truth of this he delved into his pocket and brought out the precious paper and
held it aloft.
With barely a
glance at it, she laughed again and asked, “So where do you think you will
decide on? It’s a long trek to Hobart where most seem to head once gaining
their release.”
Another
surprising statement from her. Pushing the paper back into his pocket, he
glanced about. “I doubt my meagre funds will take me as far as Hobart at this
time—perhaps later. I need to find employment first and foremost.”
“Ah, yes.” With a
finger to her chin, she appeared to be making a decision before she said, “The
family I am employed by are in need of a man capable of doing a variety of jobs
around their small property, perhaps that would suit. The husband is away a lot
about his business and his wife sadly hit a decline after giving birth, and
therefore is scared of going out and about, so you would have to prove you are
trustworthy.”
“And how would I
do that, Miss? It’s a fact that we are not given a recommendation on receiving
our freedom.”
With a twist of
the mouth as if indicating that she was thinking about that, she looked him up
and down before saying, “I will vouch for you. Sadly, your clothing gives away
the fact that you have been a convict.” Shaking her head she added, “I have an
idea. We will soon find a solution to that.”
Mystified that a
complete stranger—and a female at that—should be so trusting, he blurted, “I
could be a murderer for all you know. Why would you help me in this way?”
“I hope I am a
good judge of character, and I know a bit about the past of most who gain their
freedom. My Papa was a medical man. We relocated here to Port Arthur in
forty-five after the hospital was built and he told me tales of men who were
transported for the silliest of crimes. So, what was your crime? Steal a loaf
of bread did you, or something just as trifling?” Without waiting for his
response, she turned and with a wave of the hand said, “Look, I have to get
back or my mistress will start panicking, so are you interested or not?” She
headed towards the cart, where the horse was in the middle of a nap, its head
bent.
Shaking his head
in disbelief, Finn trailed after her. Surely this young female was perhaps mad
or was she a gift from the gods? Without assistance she climbed aboard the
small vehicle and picked up the reins as she sat back on the bench. As he
joined her, she asked, “So what name do you go by? Mine’s Esther by the way.”
“Pleased to meet
you, Esther.” With a feeling he had drifted into some strange other world, he
added, “I go by Finn O’Connor.” The Finn part was probably fact. As for his
surname, he had no idea who had called him that somewhere along the way in his
growing years, but he kept it as a way to prove that he was born in Ireland. As
the horse began to trot, he asked, “You said your Pa was a medical man—is he
not one anymore?”
“Sadly, for me,
my dear Papa, along with my Mama, was killed just last year when the carriage
they were in overturned after hitting a rock.”
“Oh, I am sorry
to hear that. It must have been awful for you. Are you alone now or do you have
siblings?”
After a deep
sigh, she admitted, “It was the worst time of my life—and no I have no brothers
or sisters. That of course is why I am employed as companion of sorts to the
girl in need of the medication I was sent to collect. It’s a shame, but she is
currently a sickly child and has a nasty cough.”
“So, you not only
lost your parents, you also lost your home?” Although he had never known what
it was to have a real family, nonetheless a place somewhere near Finn’s heart
ached for this young girl who had hers snatched away so cruelly.
Without answering
that, she gestured ahead to where a cottage surrounded by a few trees sat atop
a slight knoll. “We have arrived,” she said as she pulled up a short distance
from a gate in the fence surrounding the garden. “Say little to my mistress, but
let me explain to her that you are looking for employment.” Finn nodded, still
feeling as if he was in the middle of some strange dream. “Please wait here
while I go and fetch you something more presentable to wear. I suppose you
realise that you look far worse than a farmer’s scarecrow in those filthy
rags.” The look of scorn she sent to his trousers made him realise such if her
words had not.
As she walked
off, he scratched at his head, knowing at least his hair and body were now
clean after the nights’ stay in the infirmary. Was there no end to the oddness
of this female? Where on earth would she find clothing for him? Surely not from
her employer’s wardrobe?
And how could she
be so trusting of a complete stranger and an ex-con at that. If he found the
will to do it, he could jump onto her cart and urge the horse away as fast as
it could go. Common sense kicked in just as fast as that idea hit him—the
troopers would be after him in no time and it was doubtful if the guards would
let him pass the place called Eaglehawk Neck anyway, where it was rumoured they
kept starving dogs tethered, not to mention the guards who were reported to be
no better than savages. And with no money or chance to earn some, about the
only option available would be to join up with a gang of bushrangers or the
like.
Then there was
the matter of this girl who was close to being the best person he had ever come
across. She soon returned as he stood rubbing the soft nose of the horse whose
warm breath was strangely comforting. Pressing the bundle she held beneath her
arm into Finn’s arms, she advised, “Go behind that tree and change, then wait
for my return.” Speechless he obeyed, watching her as she led the horse around
the fence, disappearing behind the house.
The trousers were
of good quality, and she had even provided him with an undergarment such as he
had never worn in all his adult years. The shirt he tucked into the belt of
these trousers felt soft as butterfly wings against his skin. Lastly, he pulled
on a waistcoat, just as she called out, “Are you ready?”
Picking up his
ragged trousers and holey shirt he rolled them into a ball before going to
stand before her. “I have to ask you, miss, whose togs do I have the pleasure
of wearing?”
Sucking her
bottom lip in she nodded as she ran her eyes up and down his length. “They were
my Pa’s. As luck would have it, I was loathe to part with all of my parents’
belongings after their unfortunate death. I am happy that they fit you well. My
Papa was also a big man.” Turning abruptly, she waved over her shoulder. “Come,
we will go and present you to my mistress. Leave your discarded things there
beneath that tree and you can burn them later.” Stopping before the doorway she
said, “I unfortunately have no boots that I could get for you.”
“That’s fine. I
got these from a bloke who lost a bet not too long ago.” Truth was the fellow
who owned them died, and Finn had to fight a couple of the other men who were
set on getting them.
“I told my
mistress that I met you on the road. Say that you are seeking work and can do
most jobs around the house and outside. Do not mention that you have only
recently been given your freedom.”
As he followed
her, Finn took in the house before them. By no means a rich man’s property, it
was a sturdy cottage which he presumed had been provided for the master of the
house on coming to take up his post in the area, whatever that was. As they
went beneath the small porch and through the doorway, the smell of cooking
coming from somewhere at the back of the house was welcoming and his mouth
watered as the thought of a good home-cooked meal made him glad this girl had
brought him here, if nothing else mapped out.
A small girl came
from one of the rooms and eyed him warily as she demanded, “Who’s that?”
“Now Becky, don’t
be rude, I taught you better manners than that. This is Finn and he is going to
work for your Mama.” Wrinkling her tiny nose, the child sent Finn a frown
before following his rescuer through a doorway.
A long time had
passed since Finn stood inside such a building, in fact the courthouse where
his sentence was announced those ten years ago was the last place where he’d
come up against members of the gentry. It was obvious by the scant furnishings
that these people could not be termed nobs though. Digging his hands into the
trouser pockets he felt a sense of elation such as he’d never felt in his life.
From convict and inmate of the devil’s own prison to an almost employed
worker—and all within a matter of a day. What would Spence have to say about
this kettle of fish when next he saw him?
When Esther
appeared at the doorway beckoning him, he straightened his spine before
following her. The woman who reclined on a sofa took him by surprise. Fully
expecting a dowdy older person, she was almost beautiful, and not a lot older
than himself. Hair the colour of sand was drawn back from a narrow face. Sad
eyes took in his entire length from his unruly hair to his battered boots,
before she said, “Esther tells me that you are handy around the house and
garden, is that so?”
Deciding to be on
his best behaviour, he gave her a small bow before answering, “Yes Ma’am, I can
put my hand to just about anything.” Spence would laugh heartily at that lie.
With a small nod,
she asked, “So why are you seeking employment with us? Did your previous
employer not want your services anymore, and if that were the case, just why
was that so if you are so handy?” This was said with a touch of what he thought
was derision.
Glancing at
Esther in confusion, he realised that he had not taken the time to concoct a
story that might please this woman. She came to his rescue by saying, “Finn’s
previous employer recently went back to England.”
The woman nodded
as she continued to stare at him. As if coming to a decision she said, “I will
not tolerate alcohol consumption of any kind while you are in our employ, is
that understood? My husband will decide on a wage—if any is earned, and if you
prove worthless then you will leave without causing us any fuss or bother.”
Finn nodded,
while thinking how odd this person seemed to be—but then again what did he know
about the upper class except they could be bullies and tyrants. “Thank you,
Ma’am, I vow to do my very best.” Inside he wondered how good his best would
be. And then wondered if his rescuer Esther was by now likely regretting her
rash decision to fetch him here. Following on from that was the question once
again of why she had been so keen to bring him here.
With a flap of
the hand his new employer said, “Take him to the stable Esther, where he can
sleep. He can come to the kitchen at meal times where Nelly will give him food.
The only time you are to come into the house…Finn…is if we need you for heavy
work that the women cannot undertake, such as bringing logs for the fire.” As
if suddenly coming to a thought, she added, “And do not pay attention to our
silly maid Cora who is likely to desire your interest.” She rubbed at her head
then as if it was paining her, and flapped her hand again in dismissal.
Esther nodded to
Finn and he followed her out, feeling the need to rub at his own head in total
confusion. The child tagged behind them as he followed Esther around the house
to what Finn presumed was the stable. “Mama doesn’t like you much,” the girl informed
him, adding, “But I think you are probably nice—you have a funny name though.”
“Ah, that’s
because it’s Irish, and I am glad you like me,” Finn said, feeling so odd he
wondered how many other peculiar folks he would find dwelling in this house.
Esther seemed to be the most sensible, but following on from that thought came
the one that perhaps she wasn’t or why else would she have picked up a likely
convict and decided to assist him in this way.
The girl skipped
ahead to where the horse still stood harnessed to the cart in front of the shed
which consisted of an open section where there was space for two vehicles.
“Once you get settled, could you please take care of removing my horse’s
harness, Finn.” Stroking the bay’s head she said, “Danny Boy here is of Irish
descent much like yourself. Everything goes in there.” She pointed to the open
part where, apart from a few bales of hay, there was a jumble of odd pieces of
equipment including a chopper and a handsaw. “Come, I will show you where you
can make yourself comfortable. I did not think it through when I invited you
along, but the cook Nelly and the maid Cora sleep yonder there in the small
room alongside the laundry.” Her gesture took in a small addition tagged onto
the back of the cottage. “It is a small residence without room for staff.”
“Esther sleeps in
my room,” the child informed him before coughing a few times and then skipping
off back towards the house—obviously tired of this new addition to the
household.
“She doesn’t seem
to be so sickly,” Finn said, thinking that she appeared to be quite lively—as
compared to some of the very poorly kids he had lived amongst in his early days
before his capture.
“Her cough mostly
bothers her at night, upsetting her Mama,” Esther said before opening the door
to one side of the shed. Finn followed her inside to where it smelt strongly of
horse and hay. Surprisingly, the space was larger than he expected. A roped off
section was no doubt where two horses could be settled at night, and he
wondered briefly where he could sleep. Esther answered that when she pointed to
what was no more than a rough shelf, saying, “There is a cot of sorts where you
can make yourself comfortable. At least it is closed off from the weather. I am
afraid you will have to share it with Danny and the master’s horse and their
hay and grain. Perhaps you can stuff some straw into a grain sack to make a
mattress of sorts. I will see what I can fetch you for bed coverings and
perhaps find you some other items of clothing.”
As if thinking
this over, she turned saying, “I will leave you to take care of Danny. Once
unharnessed he goes into the small yard until nightfall—there behind the shed.
The master’s horse goes straight into his stall when he gets home, which is
usually at a late hour.” After a quick jab in that direction, she began to walk
off.
“Can I ask you one question before you go,”
Finn called after her. When she stopped and faced him, he asked, “Just why are
you doing this for a man who for all intents could be a rogue and a thief?”
Sending him a
smile, she surprised him once again by saying, “My father taught me not to
judge a person by their past, Finn. Use your intuition he advised, for there
are many types of men here in the colonies, and you will learn that not always
those who are incarcerated for so-called criminal offences are the
untrustworthy ones.” While he stared at such wise words from one so young, she
added, “Do not prove my judgement wrong, will you?” With a small nod she walked
away.
Chapter
Two
Esther sat on the
side of her bed brushing her hair, while she contemplated her perhaps stupid
actions of the day. What had she been thinking? Inside, something told her that
bringing Finn O’Connor here might turn out to be the most impulsive action of her
life. “Oh Papa, please tell me I did the right and Christian thing,” she
whispered. After plaiting her thick and sometimes tiresome hair that now
reached almost to her waist, she pulled the coverlet over her and let out a
sigh.
Becky stirred and
mumbled in her sleep before turning over. The night promised to be hot, and
Esther felt a restlessness such as never before, but felt sure it had nothing
to do with the heat. Something about the stranger she had felt compelled to
assist had awakened certain unknown feelings within her. How she wished Mama
was here—she would offer wise advice. How stupid, for if Mama were still alive,
she would not be living in this house, caring for a child and the girl’s
feckless mother. Letting out a small sob of self-pity, she turned onto her side
and stared into the darkness as she not for the first time tried to block out
the horror of the day when both beloved parents left this world.
A small tap on
her shoulder brought Esther out of a light sleep. Becky stood so close to her
she could feel her breath on her face. “I have to wee,” she said grumpily.
Esther sighed.
“Use the chamber pot. You are not a baby any more, Becky, and are capable of
managing on your own.”
“Can’t see it,
it’s too dark.” Her complaint was followed by a cough and a few sniffles. As
always, she made a drama out of the smallest task.
“It is not dark
at all for the moon is bright tonight and there is plenty of light coming
through the window.”
“I’m scared of
that Finn man, he might come into our room and hurt us.”
“Oh Becky, do not
be silly—he is a kind man and will not harm us, and I distinctly remember that
you said you liked him.” As she said that, Esther wondered just why she felt so
sure that he was kind and would not hurt them. Free man he might be, but until
only recently he had been locked away amid thugs and ne’er do wells, and for
all she knew he had been sent there for committing some horrendous crime.
With a small
harrumph Becky took care of her problem and climbed back into her small cot.
Esther got up and went over to the window. The moon was so bright that she
could clearly see the man who had kept her from her slumber standing over by
the fence around the small paddock, and he was stroking Danny Boy’s head. They
had decided to let the horse stay outside as it was such a warm night.
Later, she would
ask herself just why she felt the need to slip into her shoes and with great
stealth leave the room. The small wind that blew in from the sea was cool upon
her face as she went across to stand at the man’s side. She was not small by
any means but she came just about to his shoulder. Danny Boy snickered and put
his muzzle close to her face, breathing softly onto her cheek. A few moments
passed before the man called Finn said softly, “Could not sleep either eh,
Miss?”
“’Tis fair hot. I
often have trouble sleeping since my parents died. What about you? Was the cot
allocated to you so uncomfortable?”
As he looked down
on her for the first time, she recalled that she had left the house in her
nightgown, and her cheeks burned as she wondered what had prompted her to come
outside almost unclothed. Fighting an urge to run, she crossed her arms across
her breasts, realising that they suddenly felt unusually heavy.
“I’ve slept in
worse beds, believe me Esther. There is little wrong with this one.” He jerked
his head in the direction of the stable.
“Did you not have
a comfortable bed to sleep on in the days before your arrest? What about your
childhood?”
With a small
laugh he shook his head. “My childhood was to say the least a sketchy one. Mind
you, I only recall a small amount of the tales related to me and have no idea
if they were made up or not.”
Intrigued now,
she forgot her embarrassment and asked, “You did not spend your childhood with
your Ma and Pa?”
His small laugh
announced how ridiculous that thought was. “I have no idea who fathered me, but
I was told that my Ma died not long after my birth and along came a gypsy who
took me as her own.”
Esther let out a
small gasp. “And this gypsy woman then brought you up?”
“Far from it. I
think I was going on two when some fancy English woman who was passing through
Kilmallock with her nob of a husband decided it was no fit life for a child,
and she more or less stole me away and that is how I ended up in London.”
“Goodness me, I
cannot believe that she could simply whisk you away like that. Were there no
laws for such abduction?”
“Oh, there were
laws for the rich and noble but not for us common Irish folk.” With a shrug he
patted Danny Boy’s head. “Thinking back on it, I suppose they thought they were
offering me a better life.”
“And they were
not?” To Esther his was a sorry tale, which left her thinking that he was
probably destined for a life of crime from an early age. “And so, you resided
in their house in London?”
His laugh came
out as more of a soft grunt than one of humour. “And what a right disaster that
was. Their two stuck up daughters hated the fact that I was allowed to sit in
on their lessons, and their merry tantrums meant I barely learned more than how
to add one and two together.”
“Poor man. But
you must have at least learnt to read and write?” Feeling quite bewildered at
such treatment that was so far removed from her own childhood, her heart ached
for the boy that he was.
“Not at all. I
was in about my tenth year when I could stand it no more and fled in the dark
of night, taking little but the clothes I wore and a couple of their books.”
“But where did
you go. I cannot for one moment imagine how a ten-year-old would manage to
survive alone in a city.”
“I wasn’t alone
for long, Miss, for there were many boys who lived a life on the streets of
London, so in no time I had what I considered my family. There were about six
of us, and we survived mostly on our wits—and thieving of course. The biggest
who we thought of as our leader, well he taught me how to read and write.”
It was taking
Esther some time to digest all this. About to say something more, the jingle of
harness warned of an approaching vehicle. Startled she cried, “I must get back
to my bed. The master of the house is coming. He may need assistance with his
horse. Tell him only what you told the mistress. Oh, and go to the kitchen at
dawn for your breakfast.” Leaving him standing there she fled as fast as she
could, thankful she could get inside the house through the kitchen entrance.
Her employer
often returned late at night, and usually took care of unharnessing his
gelding. Esther stood by her window watching as the two men faced each other,
obviously discussing who Finn was and what he was doing here, then the master
strode to the house, and Esther climbed into bed knowing what was coming.
The mistress’s
shrill cry of, “Why are you so late again?” did not surprise Esther, for he was
always greeted in this way. The soft thud of their bedroom door told her he had
gone into their room, and then in a loud voice he demanded why she had seen fit
to take on some character who could likely be a criminal. For some time, all
Esther could hear was his loud rumble and his wife’s soft cries and pleas.
How Esther
dreaded ending up in such a relationship—and hoped sincerely she could find a
man to offer her a love such as her parents shared. Her Papa was such a patient
soul and treated his wife as an equal, for she was just as clever as he. Both
of them instilled a compassion in Esther for those less fortunate.
Finn’s story took
up all her thoughts for some time and when Becky shook her shoulder imploring
her to wake up, it was with heavy eyes she looked up at the girl who stood
coughing into her palm. “I am sorry, Becky I was dreaming. Go fetch your
medicine.” As she put her feet to the floor, a soft knock announced that Cora
had brought their water for washing.
“Morning Miss,”
the maid chirped as she placed the ewer on the small dressing table. “Master’s
gone off already.” Leaning closer to Esther she said in a near whisper, “Right
barney they were having when I took their breakfast in earlier. Did you hear
it?” Cora liked nothing better than a gossip.
“No, I did not
hear it, and you should be more aware that what they do or say is not your
business.”
Her reprimand was
shrugged off by the maid who went on, “He don’t seem too happy about the new
help—even though I see that Finn had his horse all harnessed and ready to go as
soon as the sun came up.” When she got no response from Esther, she made a face
and left.
If Mr. Franklin
had already gone about his business, then Esther wondered if he at least had
given Nelly instructions on the tasks she could set Finn. Shrugging, she
prepared Becky and herself for the day.
Finn was sitting
at the table when they went into the kitchen, and Becky went and sat beside him
on the bench, staring up at him in curiosity as she asked, “Are you going to
stay here or did my Papa tell you to go?”
Esther gave Finn
a questioning look before taking the chair opposite him at the table. “Did he?”
she queried.
Rubbing his chin,
Finn chuckled. “To be honest the man said little, apart from asking where I
came from and what I was capable of doing. I set his mind at rest by telling
him I was no criminal set on robbing him.” With another small chuckle he
cleared his bowl of porridge.
Nelly handed Cora
a breakfast dish which she then placed on the table in front of Esther before
going around and sitting beside Finn, so close that when he tried to move away
from her, he was penned in on his other side by Becky who was now spooning up her
porridge. Cora placed a hand on his forearm, exclaiming, “You are very strong,
I’ll bet you can lift anything, would you like to lift me?”
Abruptly Finn
rose, shaking free and climbing over the bench as he said, “Best go in now, for
Nelly here told me the mistress said I was to see her about what tasks she
wanted me to be doing this morning.”
Cora watched him
with a dreamy look in her eyes until he left the room and then said, “Isn’t he
handsome?”
“Now now, Cora,
keep your foolish thoughts to yourself,” Nelly chided as she began to pour
water from the huge kettle into the sink. “He’s here to work, same as you are,
so get on with your chores and stop with your dopey chatter or else I will
report you to the mistress. The big carpet in the parlour needs a good brush
and then you can make a start on the laundry.”
Cora made a face
behind Nelly’s back before scurrying off. Nelly turned to Esther and asked,
“Where did you find that one?” This was asked with a jerk of the head.
“I met him along
the road, Nelly, and as he was looking for work and I knew you needed more help
around the place I suggested he try here.” Of course, that was not strictly
true, but still Esther could not find a logical excuse for just why she had
befriended Finn. After hearing his tale, she felt glad that she had taken a
chance on him, for his start in life had been anything but easy if his story
was to be believed. “You sorely needed someone to fetch water from the well and
take care of the harder tasks needing a man’s strength.” Rising, she said,
“Come Becky, we must start your lessons. It is a lot cooler today so perhaps we
will sit outside. Fetch your chalk and board and we will continue with sums.”
When they were
settled beneath the branches of the only tree close to the house, Finn strode
towards them and sat beside Esther on the bench. “Your mistress is a rare one
for sure, isn’t she?” This was said with a nod towards the house.
“I think she is a
very miserable person,” Esther said softly. Becky was engrossed in her adding
and subtracting tasks that Esther had set her and paid no attention to them. “I
should not discuss my employers, but sadly they do not have a contented relationship.
Did she give you an idea of what your tasks will be?”
Rubbing at his
brow, he said, “Fact is, she was more interested in how I came to meet you and
why I was in this part of the country, wanting to know more about me. I’m
ashamed to say I lied, telling her that I came over from Ireland only recently.”
He leant closer and whispered, “Is she slightly mad? Her hands were a-fidgeting
all the time, and she seemed to have a need to touch me.”
Esther had no
idea how to answer that. It had occurred to her early on in her time here that
Mrs. Franklin was what her mother would have called unbalanced after the
stresses of childbirth. “So, you still do not know what your tasks are?”
“She said to see
Nelly, so that is what I shall do.” Pressing his hands on his knees he rose.
“I’m not sure about the master of the house either. They are an odd pair of
sods to be sure. But at least he gave me some idea of what I should start on. I
think he was happy with me preparing his horse for the day. I gave the fellow a
good brushing.”
Esther watched
him stride off. Cora was right, he was a very strong and handsome fellow. Hair
as light as his was rare for a man, but it suited him. With a slight shake of
the head, she realised that she was spending far too much time contemplating
what it would be like to be held in those strong arms of his. This would never
do—she was becoming as foolish as Cora. “Have you finished yet, Becky?” She
took the offered chalk board and was pleased to see that the child was doing
well at her sums. “Now, we shall do some reading.” Esther took a book of simple
rhymes from her basket and patted the bench beside her.
A short time
later she saw Finn toting water from the well, obviously on the way to fill the
laundry tub for Cora. The girl would no doubt use that opportunity to bother
him with her silly nonsense. The sudden burst of jealousy Esther felt made her
give herself a shake at the foolishness of that thought.
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